Monthly Archives: January 2011

The road behind is long and lost,
covered in glass and petals.
There were moments both good and horrid,
There were notions both clear and vague.
But, still we kept the bush burning,
Till death of no breath with soot in our lungs.
Even as we perished slowly, the bush still burned.
And even as the black came, our eyes were still open.

A change of setting for you and I,
Though expired, again we were-revived.
Again, for another play we acted in.
“Let live” we said to the flame as our performance continued.
You danced hither and fro for the crowd,
I flew along the line of the hero.
But when you tripped, my cape vanished.
And when you fell, my power was banished.
We fell together, you into my arms,
Cherished our last breath, you in my arms.

Now, I await here at my desk in Paris for you to be revived.
Sadly, I’m alone, waiting patiently for you to be revived.
I’ve blown into the flame to keep it live for when you are revived.
I’m writing to you now, to read when you are revived.
It is a memorabilia of a discovery I made, after I was revived.
The discovery that it wasn’t our bodies, but our love that was revived.
I’m certain you’ll understand, when you are revived…

About the Surfer

Whether you rip regular or goofy, prank shubees or surf the barrel, we are all surfers. Riding the waves life sprayed out the water hose, we all look for the sublimity in the "tube".
Owen Jordan has been proudly waving the shaka, since he first discovered that there is beauty in all the things. He has illustrated these beauties in his writing using many subjects of life. His biggest goal has been to use subjects that are intensively aesthetic. Some examples are: To Hear the Band, Vespertine, Maroon Room, Pull Me, Floater and Limits & Continuity. He believe the best kind of writing is the kind that pulls readers, involuntarily, into the beauty the author is trying to create with his/her intricate vocabulary, unique tone and piquant rhyme scheme. When the reader is pulled into the riptide, they have the opportunity to shred the gnarl in any way their heart demands. Look towards the Sun and Surfs Up.